You still want to change the font, that’s crazy

"Okay, let's start now." Qian Zhuye was very positive.

"Well... there's no need to be in such a hurry. I'll write a book for you another day. You can read it first."

"Okay, I'll copy all the fifteen copies of Master's punishment for you."

Ye Qianning was very happy when he heard this, but felt embarrassed at the same time: "Total twenty-five points...can you finish writing today?"

"It's okay. I'll just stay in class after class. It's not like I didn't write a detention letter before." Qian Zhuye was very generous.

Ye Qianning was very touched. The little man was much better than his uncle.

"You still want to change the font?" Sang Zhi was still obsessed with this matter.

"Roughly the same."

"It's so whimsical, and if anyone knows about it, do you know that these remarks will cause disaster." Sang Zhi was very serious. He believed that changing the font was the same as changing the dynasty.

"There are many things to do, and I feel comfortable watching them. I can write however I like."

"You have to remember that trouble comes from your mouth."

"The city of Kyoto is troublesome. It's really not as easy as me occupying the top of a mountain."

Sang Zhihei said solemnly: "Do you still want to be a bandit?"

"If I really become a bandit, I will take you to the village and become the village's wife." Ye Qianning joked.

Sang Zhi paused, and his dark face turned red instantly: "You are simply unreasonable."

"Who is being unreasonable? It's you who insists on fighting with me."

"You... hum." Sang Zhi put away the brush, took the rice paper and left.

"..."

Angry?

Ye Qianning was speechless again. He insisted on being serious, but she wasn't even angry.

"Miss Xiang, he is the eighth prince." Qian Zhuye clicked his tongue.

"What's wrong with the Eighth Prince?"

"You...it's you...how can you say that you want to steal him to be the wife of Yazhai." Qian Zhuye's face turned a little red.

"It's just a joke." Ye Qianning turned to look at him and her face turned red, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

That's all I said in a hurry...

"That's not possible...the Eighth Prince is a man."

"What's wrong with the man?"

"How can a man be the wife of Yazhai..."

"...I can't tell you clearly, now, copy it carefully." Ye Qianning pushed the rice paper and stood up.

"What are you going to do?"

"Have a meal."

"Didn't you just finish eating?"

"Not full."

Qian Zhuye: "..."

What a huge appetite!

Ye Qianning felt that he couldn't explain it clearly to them, but it was simple enough to use. If something happened in the future, writing letters would not be easy for others to understand except for himself.

She stretched her hands, walked out of the school, paused, turned around and walked towards the back.

A small figure at the back of the school listened sideways and saw that there was no movement inside. Just as he was about to stand up, a pair of small feet appeared in front of him.

He raised his head numbly and saw a very big and fat figure sitting on the ground in shock.

Ye Qianning held her chest with her little hands and lowered her eyes. This kid followed him sneakily from the cafeteria all the way here and squatted here to listen for a long time.

"Takasaki?"

"Do...whatever."

Ye Qianning smiled. This child does look different. He is sick.

"What are you looking at?" Gao Qi glared at her. He got up from the ground and was not much taller than Ye Qianning.

"I heard that you were asking about me? What? Do you want to avenge your father?" Ye Qianning stared at his small body: "If you want to take revenge, call your bodyguard. You are too young."

He was already sick, and if she couldn't stop him, it wouldn't be good if he was crippled.

Gao Qi stood still and did not answer, looking at Ye Qianning up and down.

Ye Qianning was confused. Logically speaking, she beat his father like that, so shouldn't she fight to the death when they meet?

He didn't have any anger at all. What was he looking at?